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Part 2: Lessons I Learned From The Camino
We were near the half way point of our pilgrimage along The Way (or the Camino de Santiago) in Galacia, Spain. The quarter-sized blister on my right heel constantly reminded me it was there and the ache in my bones was gnawing and deep – a kind of deep I had never experienced before. It felt as if my bones were moaning.
I Pursued a Spiritual Journey and Failed Miserably Along “The Way”
When I anticipated our eight days of trekking on the Camino de Santiago to the tomb of Saint James, disciple of Jesus, I was sure that it would be one of the most incredible spiritual journeys of my life.
Surprised by LOVE
As many of you know, my “Word” of the year begins in August after I travel to Vista, California. My word journey began by “accident” as far as I knew.
LESSONS I’VE LEARNED FROM MY DAD
Today is my Father’s birthday. I miss him deeply. I was blessed to have written and read the “What I Learned from My Dad” to him on this very day last year. I added some writing around the tribute to share as eleven days later as he unexpectedly passed on from this world to be with our great Father in heaven.
I Give to You…OUR SONG of the Year
Do you ever feel like you just don’t need any more “boxes wrapped in strings, or designer love and empty things” as the Goo Goo Dolls say so eloquently in their song Better Days?
I Repeat…My word of the Year is Patience
I repeat… “My Word of the Year is Patience.” Have you noticed that “New Year’s Resolutions, Revolutions, guiding words, goals and hopes” topics are resonating out there? Each year, in August (since 2007), I’ve identify a word of the year to live by. Since it is now a new calendar Year it seems appropriate to re-post my “Word of the Year” blog.
Word for the Year – A Trip Back to VISTA
If you were to choose a word of the year to live by, remain rooted in, would “PATIENCE” ever come to mind? Me neither! But this is how this true story unfolds….
Risking to Really Live!
Words are never sufficient when we lose those we love. My heart goes out to all of you who understand this. A year ago, we lost my beautiful and courageous niece, Samantha, my sister’s daughter. Sam was 23 years and 5 days old. She stepped out in risk… a lot. Sam loved mischief.
Un-ZIP Your Courage!
I have a fear of heights. It’s not exactly the height I fear necessarily but the falling from up high. Looking down makes my stomach feel like swirling butterflies. Therefore, I probably avoid situations of significant height unless I have solid ground under my feet so I can enjoy the vast vista.